His eyes cried the pain of autumnand forever it flowedlike the petals scattering all,like the bride that has ran awaywith her hand-held flowersdropping down the water.His tears were filled with anguishso visible to the naked eyes of mankind.Yet he brushed it off, hands on hands,and returned back to the state-he was okay, he claimed himself to be.Creating a maelstrom of droplets,the petal twirled and twirledlike a ballerina just ready to landand just tranquilly floated.

He was the petal-lonely, forever alone andit never had a place to restexcept for floating around its nest.Surrounding it was the water;it was the incompetent people of societywho left him alone and disregarded his feelingsthat only wanted to be someone.Yet petals, like many other petals,if not rare, or important-then it's just one ordinary nobody.

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